The Obiden Administration is the yeast infection of society.
The improv of impropriety.
The B squad strip club-bullet scarred-in line item
veto
of buffet line, Golden Corral of Megiddo of Communism in the sub zero Winter of our discontent manifest manifesto, with supply lines severed and trucking lines red line crossed white line fevered,
picking up hitch-hikers instead of towing the bill
of more spam, poltical theater,
this time at the border,
Jihad ampetheater.
Where's the oil drilling, refineries, manufacturing (besides lies)
where is the poor and middle class relief?
Where's the Beef!?
Our former lives.
Well its been burned in processing plant fires,
alot of them.
Got Milk?
Got your vaccine?
Get moving this line isn't for gasoline.
Its for booster shots, the other two for media education and guillotines.(I will add this here, so there isn't 1666 characters in the box) now, 1591,
...there, oops it went down again
~Anastastia O....
Categories:
refineries, art,
Form: ABC
If you see Africa
Tell her that I am in love with her
Tell her that I love her more than ladies
Love recharge cards and strawberry
Tell her that I love her more
Than the politicians do
Tell her that I love her with blindness
To her weak economy
And dead refineries
If you see Africa
Tell her that her pregnant mothers are not
Happy with her lack of hospital needs
Tell her that education is not a crime
It is our birthright
Explain to her that governance
Is for progress not an iron fist
Tell her that we don't hate her
But we hate her blindness
To prosperity
No tell her it because of her
Child abuse and lack of electricity
If you see Africa
Tell him that he is impotent
Tell him that I am not happy
With his corruption band
That is tick ticking as time bomb
Tell him that poverty is not
A necessity it is like the pots holes
On our roads it kills
Tell him that he has failed us with
Beautiful failure
We no longer live in anger but
Laugh in pains as patients in
Sick bay
For his children goes to school
With sweating stomach
Let me ask is governance a crime
Tell him tell her she is our salvage
Categories:
refineries, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Ballad
A FLOWER BLOSSOMS
Even in the dreary wastelands
Of the modern industrial age
In the dirty, shattered window panes
Of long-abandoned factories
In the stench of refineries, the smog
Even in all that
A dandelion stretches its lonely neck
Through a concrete crack
And blossoms.
Categories:
refineries, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such
Beauty on
this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
refineries, beauty, imagery, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Once In The Land Of Walkside
Once in the land of Walkside
See blue the leaf sighed
Electric passed through rainbows by the tides
Sky fixed itself a drink of day in pastel gray
Trees naked, bare of green, shape themselves into tomorrow
Shade Fades with yellows on the march
Sun hung there outside to dry
Here comes a list…. Take notes
String, paper, bald gorgo, square sand, chalk, iron, refineries
List is finished. Stop taking notes.
Seas that rumble on the Walkside slide away
Stairs and ladders go on in one direction
Here comes another list. Take more notes
Salt, vegetation, carbon, more bald gorgos, bubble tower, starch, lemon
End of list…. Stop taking notes
Electricity once came in multicolored bands
Moved only to the left
Time ran back on calculated circles in the watch
Here comes another list… Prepare to take notes
Water, insect prayer, coin, great plates, no more gorgos, metal, more lemon,
stone
Lists ended… No more notes…. Stop taking notes
Morning pinks are incomplete but happy
See blue the leaf sighed
Once in the land of Walkside
Categories:
refineries, crazy, fun, imagination, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Well low and behold;
Another move;
To take away another;
Choice
Low price gas stations emitting;
Fumes at the pump
Meanwhile I watch the oil refineries spew;
Pollutions
They say its health and the ozone;
Well by all means;
But that’s not really it; is
It?
They say money is;
The root;
This insanity is definitely;
Evil
As long as we get ours or;
How about we just ignore this;
Act like we don’t;
Notice;
Here’s a metaphor about noticing
Noticed lately
The butchers don’t give out dog;
Bones
Oh you say this isn’t poetry;
That depends;
Those ripping us off could see it as;
Poetic
I’ll keep looking for;
The exceptions;
It’s like that here so I use it to my;
Advantage
What you disagree?
What do you want from me?
I say forget God bless America, but God help us;
All
I plead not guilty; I’m insane;
Just like life seems to be here
In the good old U.S. of;
A
Categories:
refineries, politicalgod, metaphor, god,
Form: I do not know?